Jsab Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

“Tell me you’re joking.” Savannah’s voice cracked like a whip through the glass-walled conference room. Jackson didn’t flinch. He barely even blinked. His gaze stayed fixed on the documents spread across the table , a battlefield of forged signatures, manipulated dates, and the unmistakable handwriting of Harrison Sterling. “I don’t joke about war,” Jackson said quietly. Savannah stepped closer, slamming her palm onto the table. “War? Jackson, this isn’t war. This is sabotage. Your father is trying to bury you alive!”

“For what charges?” “What is the meaning of this?” Jack frowned. “ What is the meaning of this?” His eyes landed on his assistant outside the board room who was now handcuffed by the police officers. He exhaled. “What is going on here officer?” Jack asked calmly. Damon glanced at Harris, confusion written all over his face. “What's going on?” Harris met his gaze, “We have warrants. For fraud, conspiracy, attempted murder, the homicide of Aaron Pearl and the illegal use of a banned chemical item.”

Lark Finch, the controller of the Security Department. "His Highness, I hope no one is listening to us." He breathed out. "What is it?" Kriss asked sternly. "I think it's not only number 3 which is going around but something else. Tabit just informed me something." He whispered in stress. "What is it?" Kriss asked. "Someone provided the Gray Commander Death with access to the elders." He told him in a low tone. "What!?" Kriss whisper-yelled. "I don't know who to trust anymore, that is why I have come to you. I was waiting for your return all this time." He said, rubbing his cold hands together.

“Yes, I brought everything. Look in the bag.” “Thank you. You’re my lifesaver,” I sighed happily as I pulled out a skincare pouch and a compact cosmetic pouch from the large bag Jessy brought. “Hey, what about Peter and Alan?” Laird asked me. “Oh, you’ll have to see for yourself.” Jessy shook his head, grabbed the TV remote, and turned on the main TV channel. “Viewers! Last night, Peter Morgan, a Massachusetts senator, was arrested by a joint team of the FBI and the prosecutor’s office on charges of corruption, money laundering, and various other illegal activities.”

Jacob could hear Jennifer's sobs and the woman's cries of pain. "You're not fit to be the head of the FBI. You're a high-ranking criminal. The biological son of Matthew Patt and a skilled sniper. You became a soldier because of Nicklaus Hunter's interference. Do you want to deceive everyone? A snake like you should be eliminated so you don't hurt many people..." More sounds of blows and screams were heard. Jacob was used to seeing scenes like this, but not the torture of a woman.

Served her right for being such an annoying little shit. “Everything looks good to me.” Fabian said suddenly after what seemed like hours of waiting. I glanced at my watch and saw that it wasn’t even 9:30am yet. Barely an hour spent but it had definitely felt longer with the palpable hate and contempt that radiated throughout the entire room. Soraya had walked off few minutes ago to attend to Kaylee so it was just me, Xaden and Fabian left in the living room. “Mr Sinclair.” Fabian continued. “I noticed some underhanded offshore transfers you made recently. Would you like to explain more on that?”

Cornered men with too much pride rarely surrendered; they detonated. The city outside her window glittered innocently, unaware of the private war being fought in encrypted emails and shadowed transactions. Each light out there was a life untouched by Abbas’ greed, but Evelyn knew how quickly corruption could spread. Her hands hovered over the keyboard, fingertips trembling slightly — not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of focus. She was playing a game where one wrong keystroke could mean exposure, retaliation, or worse. Sebastian broke the silence first. “He’s bleeding resources faster than he can hide them,” he said, scanning the lines of data. “You’ve pushed him into a corner.”

Visibility brought protection, yes—but also exposure. Inside, Malik was already waiting, screens lit with maps and data. “Federal custody confirmed,” he said. “But don’t relax yet. Jonathan has loyalists. Money doesn’t disappear overnight.” Jordan loosened his tie, exhaustion finally cracking through. “Who’s still active?” Malik hesitated. “Two board members. One former fixer. And…” He glanced at Grace. “Someone leaking misinformation online. Painting you as the mastermind.” Grace exhaled slowly. “Of course they are.”

A woman in an expensive-looking suit with dark hair and Sabrina's same bone structure. Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave, crushing and complete. This. This was why she'd wanted to see me that night. This was why she'd sounded so distressed on the phone, why her voice had that edge of barely controlled panic. And I hadn't been there. I'd been in meetings playing COO while the woman I loved was falling apart. "Jesus Christ!" The exclamation burst out of me as I continued scrolling, my fingers moving faster, more desperate. The case was already being called a national scandal. Dante Morales, apparently a wanted drug trafficker, had been arrested, and the DEA was systematically taking down

They were led by a man whose authority clearly outranked Kurt’s. "General Kurt Marshall, you are under arrest for corruption, fraud, and the unauthorized mobilization of military forces for personal gain," the officer said. "Your 'Code Red' has been countermanded. Your units have surrendered. And your career is over." Kurt Marshall’s face went pale as his own men stepped forward to disarm him. Lacy Connors let out a sharp, strangled cry as her "protector" was led away in handcuffs.